I never update this thing anymore, but I was cancelled today, so I have nothing to do. Or nothing that I want to do. (ahem...taxes.) My sewing machine is giving me all sorts of trouble, so I have to put projects on hold until I have the energy to wrestle with it.

I had to cut a few of my eyelashes because there are some rogue lashes that extend way beyond the others.

I randomly received Working Mother magazine. What does that mean?

I was watching clips from The Worst Witch on youtube. I loved watching that show on HBO when I was little. I can't believe how similar it is to Harry Potter. Did JK Rowling get in trouble for this?

For some reason, I have been watching bad reality lately. Chloe Lattanzi from Rock the Cradle is the scariest product yet of bad plastic surgery. I find it rather sad that she didn't wait for her face to become aged before she turned herself into a puppet, but got weird lip injections and cheek implants at 21. So sad. Why didn't Olivia Newton John stop her?

Oh, second scariest plastic surgery victim? Daisy from Rock of Love 2. I think she actually brought a cheap blow up doll to the surgeon, and said, "This is what I want to look like."

Lastly, The Real Housewives of New York = Terrible. These women are the epitome of nouveau riche. I could write about this for hours, but it will just cause a feminist meltdown for me, and then I will have to rethink my existance and the fate of the world.

Non-Makeup Artist Friends,

I apologize for the total lack of interest that you will have in this post. Keep scrolling. I'll try to organize this journal to make a filter for this.



Basic Kit Contents: There are more recs that I will make for the next tier of kit building, but this is a great jumping off point for a very basic beginning professional kit. My kit is much larger than this, but I can get away with having just these items for basic grooming jobs and bridal work. For TV news situations, I just have the following items along with my airbrush.

Foundation/Concealers: RCMA Shinto sampler palette. This should have almost every shade that you would need, and you can thin it with thinner, lotion, or liquid foundation to create different levels of coverage and texture. I use it as an eyeshadow base as well. $60 camerareadycosmetics.com

Powder: Oil Blotting Powder: I use this for everything and every one. It's similar to the RCMA No Color loose powder but a little less messy and way more portable. $10 camerareadycosmetics.com

Bronzer: La Femme Pressed powder in Suntone. This has no shimmer and looks great for men's grooming or women that need colour without sheen. $5.95 camerareadycosmetics.com

Blush/Contour: La Femme Blush Palette: These 12 colours are pretty much all you will need. $39 camerareadycosmetics.com

Lip Colours: Make my lip pallete (entry below) out of existing shades that you have, a pro palette, and empty metal pans. Be sure to have all members of every colour spectrum for successful mixing. Some of the colours that I like are Kinda Sexy, Diva, Sequin, Touch, Del Rio, Sophisto, O, and Dubonnet.

Clear Lipgloss: I like one from Sally Beauty Supply. It's a great price, and doen't look sticky like some brands do. You can use this to make any gloss colour on site. Use a gloss with a squeeze tube rather than a wand to avoid mess and contamination. The kind I use is from Claudia Stevens and is called Lip Glaze.

Lip Applicators: I never use disposable lip wands. They don't achieve a professional looking application. I bring 5 to 10 lip brushes with me instead. If you are on a budget, get the E.L.F. concealer brushes as they are only a dollar each.

Mascara: Maybelline Define A Lash Washable OR Lash Stylist OR Volum' Express Turbo Boost. I only use Very Black. Cut the wand out of the lid to avoid any contamination.

Mascara Wands: 75 for $7.80 camerareadycosmetics.com

Eyeshadows: Pull the form out of the pro palette to fit more shades. The shades I recommend are: Shroom, Sable, Haux OR Quarry, Embark, Swiss Chocolate, Brule, Expensive Pink, Satin Taupe, Fiction, Folie, Club, Carbon, Sketch. The following shades can be used as brow filler or as neutral eyeshadow: Omega, Saddle, Mystery, Corduroy, Wedge. nb: Don't use Vanilla for photography. It's a precarious colour when it comes to reflecting in the flash.

Brow gel: Again, I go with E.L.F. on this one. Just a dollar!

Cream Liner: MUFE Aqua Ceamliner Matte Black. $20 sephora.com

Lip Pencils: Whirl and Chestnut should get you through every situation. I rarely line lips, and when I do, it is after applying lipstick to achieve a soft smooth line.

Any questions? Ask away.

What do you want to know more about? Brushes? Airbrush? More kit building?

Please do not repost this in any journal or blog without asking my permission. Thanks!

Hi guys! I've been super busy, and I still have to create a makeup kit list for some of you, but I wanted to post my lip palette idea for those of you that need to carry a lot of lip colours while freelancing. I hope this helps!



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Hi--just a quick update for the makeup people. I'll post a kit list here and answer your questions this weekend. I'm working on a commercial for the rest of the week, so my time is super limited! :)

I was offered a job to do makeup/grooming to do the Spr Bowl! Very exciting, great job, but I would have to fly with my kit to AZ.

C, you know I hate flying, and AZ is a long flight. How did you deal with the flight to France?

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Will be used for Hospital Bereavement care, December 2, 2006
By Tammara D. Ruiz "Nurse Tammy" (Virginia, United States)

I just recieved my shipment of 15 of these sweet little rings. We plan to use them in the maternity area of a hospital for still births...we will take photos of the babies hands with the rings then give them to the mothers as a keepsake. We often photograph babies hands with mothers wedding rings, but some womens hands swell during pregnancy and they dont wear their rings to the hospital. The low cost of the rings allows us to absorb the cost with a small donation from a recently bereaved family who shared our vision on this project.

Cabbage Patch Kids urban legends include that owners sending back dolls to the manufacturer for repairs were issued with a death certificate, and that the dolls were designed to make the public used to the appearance of mutated children that may be born in the aftermath of a nuclear war.

The Japanese version of Romper Room had a controversial episode; when hostess Midori Utsumi (second hostess) asked the kids, Tell me a word that begin with "Ki" (き or キ). A boy answered with "kintama" (testicles). Miss Midori replied "Do you know any words that are more beautiful?" The same boy responded with "kireina kintama!" ("beautiful testicles"; the word "kireina" (beautiful) also begins with "Ki"). After a commercial break, the boy was replaced with a teddy bear.

I am going to listen to my first audio book on the train compliments of audible.com. I've never realy explored this option, as I am a super fast reader, and not a very good auditory learner. I can't read on the train due to motion sickness, so I'm excited to try it out.

If you regeister with audible, you receive one credit for an audio book. I'll pass the link on, as I know a few from my flist will enjoy it.

www.audible.com/subway

I woke up this week, and it was cold. Socks in bed cold. Sweaters in the house cold.

It's just the right temperature for Belle & Sebastien. They remind me of blueberry pancakes on a misty fall morning, and I like it. I know music isn't really supposed to taste like anything, but Belle & Seb has always tasted like something delicious to me. Blueberry Scones, even. With Double Devonshire Cream.

Death Cab for Cutie is vanilla ice cream, and Camera Obscura is oatmeal.

Clearly, I am a synesthetic. I'm self diagnosed, but it explains my entire life. In a nutshell. That's why 5's and H's have always been purple to me, and B's and P's are yellow. N's are very rude, and L's are polite. Oh, and 3's? They are evil.

I once told J that I would explain orange to a blind man by pressing a cold bocce ball against his cheek. That's SO orange to me.

And I would explain blue by having that same blind man put his arm in a cotton candy machine while it is fluffing the candy. This would explain a lighter, sky blue.

Oh, And Twizzlers taste red. Not strawberry, but RED. My synesthesia is really bad.

Nicole Kidman is a lepidopterophobe. I somehow like her a bit more now, as I find the love of butterflies to be obvious and trite. Trick bugs with stained glass wings.

I should really treat my ElJay like a pet, because then I would feed and water it a little more.

Things have been hectic and crazy, and although everything is always at the tip of your fingers in this city, it is most likely sold out or too heavy or cumbersome to carry home on the train.

We did just purchase a very fancy chrome cart that J. said I gazed at like it was a Prada bag. This makes trips to the laundromat easier, and keeps me in a better mood. I also made friends with the Korean woman that owns the laundromat, so I am now allowed to eat Snickers while on the premises. It's not what you know, it's who you know.

I worked on a commercial in upstate New York this week, and was surprised to find the location to be the home of a very influential person in the television entertainment industry. He was the EP and brainchild of the project, and his wife was quite the celebrity herself.

As it happens during any good production, fatigue, ignorance, or selfishness caused something expensive at the filming location to be damaged. The inanimate victim was a 17th century table. Scratched. The EP's wife was not happy, and I offered to do her make-up to help her calm down. You see, airbrush foundation and false lashes are sometimes better than a gin and tonic.

I had no idea that I would spend the next hour listening to the most entertaining and nicest woman that ever existed. She could be the ultimate dinner party guest, and somehow managed to find out the secrets of life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. She managed to quiz J. on his acting career, tell us her story of meeting and marrying her husband, gave us the titles of the books she has published, and told us about cutting a record and winning an Emmy. Wow. Did I mention that she married her husband in 5 different ceremonies all over the world? Yes. I know. Fabulous.

Her secret to love is this: You could be walking down the street in Manhattan, see a stranger that you find attractive, and passionately kiss him. That kiss will be more powerful and feel more than the kiss you have with your current partner, but every time you kiss the stranger, the passion will diminish, and become equal to which you share with your current partner. Instead, she recommends nurturing the relationship with your current partner, and making it more meaningful than a passionate kiss on the street. I like her style.

Note to all of you reading this: Immediately stop kissing strangers on the street and kiss your partner passionately when you get home tonight. Open mouth. With tongue. You won't regret it.

Regarding my title, most people won't even notice that I am not from Kansas, as people on the East Coast tend to get all of the heartland states confused. I think they easily get Iowa and Ohio mixed up because of all if the vowels. And the corn.

Anyway, I'm really not. In Kansas, that is. New York City is so modern in some ways, but so old fashioned in others. It's hard for me to fathom stopping at 3 different places for one meal, but here in Brooklyn, it is customary to go to the meat store, the produce stand, and the bakery. Granted, these are all within one block of my apartment, but it takes so long. I miss Giant Eagle. And parking lots.

I also miss personal washer/dryers. My neighborhood is safe enough that I can put laundry in, and then journey down to one of the shady bodegas on the street for a soda or ice cream, but there is nothing like running down to the scary basement in your underwear and high heels to dry a shirt right before you leave for a job. Oh, everybody doesn't do that?

I can't believe I am saying that I miss suburban convenience. And maybe even the sweet green flash of a John Deere tractor in a field next to the highway. I'm not saying I don't love the random graffiti on every inch of NY. I do. I mean, the pizza alone is enough to sacrifice myself for a life sentence of laundromat visits. And having everything exotic at the tip of ones fingers is rather nice. It's just strange that it makes everything ordinary out of one's reach.

Did you know that there is no Walmart in the 5 boroughs? The closest Dollar Tree is on Staten Island, but that's a 9 dollar bridge toll if you drive, making the dollar items a bit less of a steal. There is a Target at the Atlantic Center in Brooklyn, but you can only buy what you can carry on the subway.

It's totally worth it for the excellent view of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan when riding on the N train across the water. I have to go stop at three places to get ingredients for dinner, but hopefully I will get around to writing about my latest job that consisted of make-up. hair, and grooming for a documentary on a Catholic priest in the 1880s for the History Channel.

Also, here is a link to my latest job that aired on the History Channel. It received good reviews in Variety and the LA Times. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocBzkGBF7gM&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ereenactors%2Etv%2Fnews%2Fmay2007%2Ephp

After a few months of my clothing living in New York, and my sofa living in Ohio, I now have most of my possessions in one place. Straight up Brooklyn. Luckily, within a day or two of looking online, I landed a huge apartment with cheap month to month rent, and even a tiny backyard. Who says that is impossible?

I didn't realize how midwestern I actually am. Apparently, I smile a lot. And exude way too much personal warmth. My mistake. Visiting NY and living in NY are completely different things. New Yorkers have their own language. A pizza isn't a pizza here. It is a pie. Being the granddaughter of an Italian that owned a pizza shop, you would think I could order a pizza in this city, but I had to learn how. And it isn't that New Yorkers are rude, it is just that someone told them that they don't have time for anything. They don't even have time to say "mozzarrella." Mozzarell? We have time in Ohio. Thank goodness.

The one thing that they seem to have time for in my very Italian neighborhood is making the home festive for the holidays. And I mean really festive. Like I have never seen before. Where I grew up, there would be one house that had really gaudy offensive Christmas lights that blink and flash. They would maybe even have a light up three-dimensional nativity scene. Everyone would talk about it in a sort of dissapointed way, and refer to it as "the house." Here, everyone makes their houses look like a Christmas carnival. Flashing colourful lights, tinsel to the max, a grouping with a three dimensional light up Santa, reindeer, Frosty, etc. Little drummer boys drumming. Even the Jesus, Mary, St. Joseph, and St. Francis statues wear a bit of holly or hold mistletoe. It really is outrageous. And terrible. I saw a house on a walk last week that had a festive marquee that said: For the music to these lights, turn to 88.7. They actually had music broadcast so that when people drove by, they could view the house properly. You see, the lights blink, flash and change colour with the music. Yes. Tasteful. The center of fashion?

Anyway, this brings me back to the point that I often ponder. Are New Yorkers really fashionable? Here is what I think. No. I think that after seeing lots of native New Yorkers, their fashion sense is horrifying at best. Obviously, this is a hasty generalization, but I think I could prove that most people couldn't identify Prada from the 9 West knockoffs. Instead, I think there are a small few natives and certain transplants that are stylish. The people that don't work in the fashion industry are not keyed in. At all. Rather, a bunch of stylish people from random states sort of convene in New York to make up the fashion industry. A melting pot of sorts. But it is my kind of pot. Prada, Gucci, Chanel, Dior, Versace. And Marc Jacobs. For this, I can subject myself to tacky outfits on the subway, terrible Christmas decorations, and general rudeness.

My new projects are learning the subway system, making kitchen curtains, and finding an agent.

My livejournal turned one, and I ignored it's little birthday. Sorry, placate_me. Happy belated. Also a happy 1st bday to Clio214. You should read her LJ. At least I am still sort of posting, and this hasn't gone by the wayside as my other LJ's in the past.

I wish I could update on everything, and I will eventually. Just give me another week or so. I promise to be good in 2007. Or terribly bad. You like me better when I am terribly bad.

Until then, let me just tell you that on my drive to NYC, I went through a town called Lancaster, PA. This town is seemingly cute, with historical buildings, and charming Bed and Breakfasts. If you don't go in for that sort of thing, you could stay at the motel with the marquee that reads, 'American owned and operated.' Nice. There was another down the street that was better: 'Maid in America.' Amazing. Why not just put 'Catering to out of town bigots' on the marquee? Whatev.

Also, a new lesson for me. Flat shoes don't always mean comfortable. I actually almost died of walking in the city from a harmless looking pair of brown leather flats. From now on, I am totally wearing my hot Gucci heels. If I am going to go down, it may as well be in style.

One last thing. The signs on the subway for the lost and found are awesome. They have the contact info for lost and found, etc, along with poorly illustrated items that may be lost on the train. Things like a cd, a cellphone, a basketball, and a cupcake. What? Yes. A cupcake. You think that is strange? Then what about a wooden leg? Because in the middle of the sign is a wooden leg. Yeah. How could you forget that? Damn. I forgot something. Hmmm. What is it? Oh my god! My wooden leg! WTF?

So, I know I need to call a lot of you. I will. I promise. You knew about me when you took me in as a friend. I haven't had my coffee yet today. Actually, that was a lie. I'm always like this.

I'm still around, but I just got back from an almost 3 week long project. I'm pretty much mentally overloaded at present. I'll post about it, but for now I plan to spend a few days eating Kit Kats in my bed, watching old movies, surfing the web, surrounded by huge white pillows and a fluffy comforter. Call me.

Yeah, so I totally suck at updates, and this prevents any furthur nudging. Here are my answers from sharpshinyclaws's eljay. You should read her livejournal. It's good.



1: What's your real name? deanna

2: Do you have a confirmation name? If so, how did you choose it? Or do you even know what I'm talking about? weird, i was just talking about this on aim last night. i do have a confirmation name. it is teresa. it was almost my real name, and i liked it.

3: Your favorite color: green

4: What did you listen to on your way to work? tomorrow I have a 5 1/2 hour drive for work, and I will listen to justin timberlake, le tigre, death cab for cutie, some mix cd's, and probably npr. and maybe my mother.

5: Coffee? always

6: Carbonated beverages? red bull on long days

7: Drugs? what are you trying to say?

8: Last time you got kissed for comfort and the reason why? hmmm. specifically for comfort?

9: Favorite piece of kitchenware? cake pedestals

10: If I came through your city, would you let me sleep on your couch? Also, I'm remembering these answers.... maybe. i'm pretty much a laid back person. but i would lock my bedroom door.

11: What the hell do you do for a living? i do make-up and hair for freelance production jobs.

12: Why do you live there? ugh.

13: Favorite piece of dogma? i'm a heretic.

14: How many real life friends do you have? a few

15: Do you think of yourself as an attractive, interesting person? i'm sure a few people think so. whatev.

Why should I want to be friends with you? you shouldn't. i'm a horrible friend, and i never call people back.

16: Last really good album you listened to? i really like the new belle and sebastien album.

17: Last really good thing you cooked yourself? scrambled eggs with cream cheese and lox. yum.

18: Who is a person you've met that you always wanted to be better friends with, but just haven't?

19: What are you craving right now? a hot fudge sundae would be delectable.

20: Do you think Castro is bad? no, i don't see him as bad

21: Why do people think England is so cool? because of teatime.

22: Which do you like better, CSI Vegas or CSI Miami? Can you name both theme songs? i've never seen any, so no.

23: If I told you I am ugly and fat and boring in real life, would you still read my stupid blog? sure. i don't think your blog is stupid.

24: American Idol, Amazing Race, or Dancing with the Stars? i've only seen american idol, but i'd rather watch tcm.

Drats. What do you do with those address labels that St. Judes sends you? It’s double edged guilt. I don’t want to use them, because I hate address labels, especially ugly ones, but I feel guilty wasting the paper. But then if I actually used them, which I wouldn’t, I would feel coerced into sending money out of guilt.

I’m recycling them, unopened. Address labels are so gauche.

Then I will say 5 Hail Mary's.

Am I absolved?

I'll just sin again, anyway.

I was traveling in South America with some friends and acquaintances. We were on a plane that wasn’t in very good condition. It was about the size of a 737. There was no upholstered interior, so you could see the rusted metal of the sides of the plane. The Peruvian pilot told me that he wanted to braid my hair. I didn’t want to be rude, so I was like okay. The cockpit was open—no doors or walls, so I just sat up front in a folding chair. I was sort of annoyed, because I didn’t even want braids, and I knew it would make my hair all curly when I took them out. He put my hair in tiny braids, and I didn’t say anything. In fact, I tried to act really positive and nice about it. I need to work on that.

Then he lost control of the plane. The plane was traveling nose first towards an oceanic body of water, near a coast line. I remember thinking, “Hmm. Is this impact going to be such that I could survive?” Various passengers were screaming and singing, oddly enough. I really wanted them to stop singing, especially the obese, pushy woman in the very back. The pilot regained control at the last moment while we were still up in the atmosphere. I went back to my seat, and sort of fumed internally about the braids, as I knew it wouldn’t be right for me to take them out in front of him. The passengers joked about the near accident, but I didn’t think it was funny. I did however, react much less dramatically than I would expect.

We were then stuck in a random airport, waiting for flights or other transportation. I was really concerned about my luggage being stolen, but everyone else wanted to leave theirs in clear plastic garbage bags in a terminal that wasn’t being used. I volunteered to stay with the luggage, and then I woke up.

About every few months, I have an incredibly vivid dream about a plane crash. I wouldn’t call them nightmares, and I don’t feel terrified, but instead, I feel sort of lucid. I asked an astrologer about my chart relating to airplane accidents, and she thinks that my fear of heights and flying has to do with the fact that I have no planets in the element of earth, which is highly uncommon. She explained that because of that, my psyche likes to keep myself firmly planted on the ground, or else I may merge with air…I still think I'm going to die in a plane crash.

My brother and I ate at the North Market the other day. We had pizza by the slice, Jeni’s ice cream, talked, and watched the birds. The birds at the NM are so tiny and robotic, and they are never afraid to get close to humans. Toppins a bag, I suppose. I remarked that the birds were probably robots. Tommy said that if someone told him that birds didn’t really exist, and were just tiny robots created to spy on human’s every move, he would believe it with just a little bit of proof. “When you look at old photos, there were no birds in them. Explain that. You don’t really start seeing birds in photos until like the 50’s.” Something to think about.

This conversation, of course, directly followed me asking if he would be okay to drive after tasting his Kentucky Bourbon pistachio ice cream. “That’s really strong. Do you think that will put you over the legal limit?” We decided that they would have to put up a sign if the ice cream was alcoholic, but were slightly alarmed at the fact that his ice cream was more melty than my chocolate gelato. Was it because of the alcohol content? He didn’t have to show ID, though, so I think he was fine.